The Faded Frontier

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It did not fall so much as it hovered, a gray suspension of water and mist that swallowed the edges of the valley. Elias stood at the window of the stone cottage, his breath fogging the glass, watching the landscape dissolve into a blur of slate and grey. He was an old man, his hands gnarled like the roots of the oak tree that grew outside the garden...

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